Vintage View: Autograph hunting

In the early 1960s, a member of my family touched a star. 

Working as an air hostess, she looked after a truly terrified Elizabeth Taylor on a short European flight. She sat with Liz to blot the tears from her violet coloured eyes, handed her her jewel case and guided her to the top of the ramp on arrival.

The thrilled Aer Lingus crew watched as Richard Burton strode across the taxiway and grabbed his ample cariad into his strong Welsh arms.